The purpose of this blog is so I don't spam my ask blog with this stuff so any drabble requests/drabbles you want to give me will be posted here~ (It can be Scar Trio, Luciouz, or any pairing that involves my muses really~) so don't be shy now~! -Kitty

15th November 2013

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Remote-Control Heart

He had never in his life, ever, seen someone as beautiful as the person before him. Luzifer fought the urge to slip a hand to his mouth, though he had the feeling he would start drooling if he didn’t get a hold of himself quickly. The other seemed just as dumbfounded, mouth hanging open.

Those beautiful, beautiful, indigo eyes were boring into him, looking at him as if he was the most perfect thing in the world…He ducked his head in embarrassment, pushing his glasses up a little before meeting those eyes again, “Um…Well. ‘Allo! It seems a little silly to use screen-names now…I’m…I’m Luzifer.”

He watched in amazement as the other’s cheeks slowly became red, "…Yeah, it is kinda silly. I’m…Alexander…" He scratched the back of his dark brown hair, nibbling his lip with a low hum. “I’m kinda plain, sorry,” he mumbled, adjusting his own glasses with another nibble to his lip.

Luzifer could feel his gut tightening in a way he’d never felt before, not even when his real-life “friends” invited him to watch porn. (It had been horrible stuff, anyway.) He shuddered mentally at the thought, but waving a hand, “No! No, you’re not plain at all! I can tell your tall, and your eyes…”

Alexander’s throat caught fire, and oh, the British gamer wasn’t sure he could handle it. He wanted to just hug his laptop screen, but if he shifted, he might wake his brothers. Ugh, why did they want to share his bed tonight, of all nights?! With a slow breath, he reached out and touched his screen.

The Russian reached out as well. For a moment, Luzifer thought he felt the warmth of another person. But he was just imagining it. All he felt was a cool screen, because Alexander was miles and miles away. For some reason, that thought made the Brit’s chest hurt.

"It’s kinda weird, isn’t it?" the indigo-eyed gamer asked.

"What is?"

"How technology can bring people so close, but so far away." No truer words could have been spoken in that moment. With a sad sigh, the Brit slowly moved a little closer to his screen before smiling, "C’mon, we gonna play or talk?"

"I’m fine with either one," Alexander responded, leaning his face on his hand and grinning lazily, “As long as we have fun, I’m fine with anything.” Luzifer tried to stem the wave of naughty, naughty thoughts, tapping his chin. “Well, I’d like to talk more, actually. I…just like listening to you talk.”

Tagged: Tamed LustLiar x LuziferRemote-Control Heartstory by doodlinglikeakentrachapter 2/?????

15th November 2013

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Remote-Control Heart

Alexander was unsure of when exactly it started, but it definitely had a beginning. Maybe it was the time that he had first installed the latest web-game interface on his laptop. Or maybe shortly after he updated the interface to get the auditory chat option. Either way, it was all thanks to the latest of great games, Remote.

Sure, the name seemed a little weird, but he was an avid gamer and had already burned through the majority of discs his brothers, parents, and friends owned. It was a blessing to see something so highly-rated on sale.

Now, Alexander was not to be confused with a some of the more dark avid gamers. He didn’t “leetspeak”, or call people “noobs”. Frankly, he didn’t care how high your level was, or what the lingo was. As long as the game was entertaining, challenging, or just plain fun, Alexander could be counted on to play with all he had.

Getting back to the matter at hand, he had quickly figured out the controls, and many of the shortcut keys. It made every much easier as far as game-play went, but many of the players were idiots who thought it was funny to try to booby-trap popular leveling spots and spread viruses. After five years in the gaming world, Alexander had long since grown used to the fishing and random deaths occasionally. It made the game more interesting.

His newest edition turned out to be the headset microphone he bought after much consideration. His family was used to hearing him talk to himself with gaming, so talking to other people wasn’t exactly a gigantic leap. He’d plugged it in without a second thought, confirming its use on his computer and in the Remote interface.

It was then that he met “Lust”. The game wasn’t incredibly popular just yet, so just about everyone had their own names. That much was true in his own case, since his game-name was “Liar”. He had been new, not knowing how exactly to turn on all out free speak, so he was caught in Ask Mode.

He hadn’t been prepared, so when the little window popped up, asking wether or not he wanted to Speak With Lust, he hit enter and opened up the frequency. “So, uh. Hi. Name’s Liar. I just started,” he said awkwardly, not used to actually speaking to people. His poor social skills turned out to be one the main roots of his turn to gaming.
Regardless, he was trying. He was rewarded.

The answer was very cool and kind, laced with a heavy British accent, “‘Allo! I’m Lust, and it’s a pleasure to be chatting with you. I’ve been playing for about a month.” Alexander felt his cheeks inflame. Holy SHIT. “For a new player, you’re rather skilled, eh? I just now got to  the third stage!” The other gamer sounded as if he may be about Alexander’s age.

"Everyone is different," he replied, proud of himself for the
confident smile he managed to inject in his speech. “I like to go for main quests before just running around and exploring.” He heard a little laugh on the other end, his insides melting. Fuck, having that nice a voice was NOT fair.

"I get lost in the libraries! Did you know Remote actually hired some small-name authors to write every single book you can interact with?”

"No fuckin’ way! Seriously? That’s insanely awesome. What kind of stuff is in there?”

"Ohhh, so many things. They got an erotica writer. You can actually visit the ‘Erotic’ section in the Grand Library and read a few of his works. He’s actually English.”

"Are you English? You’ve got that funny little accent."

"O-Oh, do I? I’m sorry, is it offensive?"

"No, no! It rocks! I love accents. They are THE shit, man."

"Hahaha! To be honest, your accent is funny, too! Americans are so silly. I’m British, yes. I was born in London.”

"Awesome! I’m actually Russian, born in Moscow. But I moved when I was really little so my brothers could be born in the states.”

All in all, their first conversation was one that revealed just how much alike they were. Lust was actually a middle child, having three older brothers, one younger, and a baby sister. He also had poor social skills, though Alexander could not fathom why. He was interesting, engaging, and above all, just fun to listen to.

With time, they became closer and closer. Lust was actually a year older than Alexander, and really, really smart. He claimed to look rather dorky, what with large glasses and naturally flame-red hair. Apparently, his father wouldn’t let him dye it a more natural color.

In turn, Alexander spoke of his own glasses, and his unusually violet eyes. While his hair was natural, he was over-sized in just about any setting, unless he was standing beside his giant of a father. Each claimed that the other was better off.

He couldn’t help but slowly come to yearn for the bright red text in the chat box, that heavily accented voice in his ear. Whenever he caught sight of Lust’s mage-styled avatar, he found himself wiggling in excitement. Every day was an adventure. He would rush home from school, log on and find Lust there, waiting for him despite the time zone difference.

Occasionally, they would switch places. Though Lust claimed to be mostly nocturnal, he was definitely active during the day for school. British schooling was very different from American schooling, though Alexander didn’t really understand it when Lust tried to explain. Sometimes, the Russian wondered whether of not his British gaming partner ever slept.

Today, however, was different. He had just gotten back from school, so it was about four. In London, it was about ten, which was when Lust’s family turned in and he was free to game in peace. Alexander realized he was shaking a little as he opened his Skype account, recently obtained and fully paid for. It had been easy to talk his mother into it once he promised to go to the party his school was hosting in about a month.

Was it nerves? Was he scared? Excited? Happy? Maybe it was all of the above, but…He was going to do this. Three months of just talking to the Brit, and he wasn’t going to back down now. With a very nervous throat clearing that took a little longer than was needed, he clicked Lust’s Skype profile, mouse hovering over the Call button.

God damnit, it figures he’d get cold feet now. He shivered with fear, most definitely scared now. What if Lust didn’t like him? What if he decided it wasn’t worth his time? Oh, God what if- His head snapped up when a little box popped up. "Lust is calling you. Accept/Decline"

A wide smile spread over his figures. Of course Lust would be the one to call. He had been the one who had started this relationship. He was the one with the balls. His pointer hovered, and then clicked home on green. A small loading sign appear before the screen blacked and slowly adjusted.

Alexander’s jaw went slack before his whispered, “Oh. My. God.”

Tagged: Tamed LustLiar x LuziferRemote-Control Heartstory by doodlinglikeakentrachapter 1/??????

15th November 2013

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Sometimes Love is Sinful

Chapter Four: Trusted

It had been nearly a week since his unplanned branding, and Alexander had finally managed to mend his over-robe and dark undergarments enough to be wearable. Beyond making rounds in the village with two very protective demons on his tail or performing rituals to purify and restore the church, there was nothing he could do in his on hours.

His off hours included cleaning the various rooms that the demonic family inhabited, cooking his food, and sitting around reading his prayer book. All in all, he was incredibly bored. Not to mention how often he had to fend off Sebastian. Finally, he worked up the nerve to speak to the other three demonic siblings.

Lucian was the youngest of the triplets, for the last three demons were indeed triplets. He had the brightest red hair Alexander had ever seen, as well as a strange curl that defied gravity. He proved to be a very childish man, giggling and following the priest about like a puppy. He was eager to please, even helping him cook his lunch.

The second triplet was Luzifer. He was also blessed with flaming hair, though it was several shades darker than Lucian’s. He was an friendly man. …A very friendly man. More often then not, Alexander found himself smacking Luzifer’s hands off of his waist or behind. The second youngest, among many other things, was the family prankster. The holy man found it very trying to keep calm when he tripped down stairs into garbage or fell in the mud.

But it was the eldest that he found most interesting. Lucifer was a quiet “young” man, dark haired and dark eyed. He didn’t seem to do much but lay around, read over Alexander’s shoulder, or sit in the third pew on the left while praying quietly in a language the priest did not understand.

It was after a rather verbal fight with Sebastian and William that the black-haired demon actually stooped low enough to speak to the mortal. ”You look lonely,” he said quietly, floating in the air several feet above the ground with his ankles crossed. Alexander looked up from his crouch, listening. “Want some company, yes?” Lucifer continued.

"…Perhaps I do," Alexander muttered quietly, violet eyes dropping for a moment before rising to meet onyx orbs, “It is rather kind of you to actually speak to me. Are you shy?” He regretted the question, because Lucifer’s expression darkened like a summer sky does the moment a storm rolls in and the first crack of thunder rumbles.

Lucifer twisted in the air, laying on his back with his hands behind his head, “Perhaps I am. Or I could just not like people. At all.” He returned to his former position, half-glaring down at the priest still crouched on the floor. “You are different, though. You haven’t tried to kill us, even after Sebastian and William fucked you. And you haven’t strangled Luzifer, even when he tries to trap you and trip you.”

The priest looked down, caramel chestnut locks falling forward to curve around his face. After several very long moments, he finally responded. “I am a priest, Demon. I am vowed to stay celibate, to exorcise demons and spirits without a second thought, and to help anyone, at any cost.” He looked up, eyes watery, “I don’t think you understand how difficult that is. And I was a fool to begin with.”

"I became a priest in my seventeenth year, for God’s sake," he spat, clenching his hands and leaning his head against the wall. “I took every vow there was to offer, including the vow to remain silent until my twenty-first year. Ever since, I have found that it is much easier to be a man who teaches of the Lord without restraints. The ancient texts I find in old churches and shrines speak of a time when both women and men served the Lord. In those days, it was not a crime to love.”

"Not a crime to love, Priest?" Lucifer pushed.

Alexander smiled weakly, “I am a loving man, Demon. It is painful to leave the people I have come to love, to live a life on the road. It hurts. But I understand it now. And while the Priesthood may condemn me of heresy, I have learned that they are frightened. You are a demon, but you have not overtly sinned in the time I have known you. You can be saved, and so can your brothers. There is nothing wrong with you.”

Lucifer’s cheeks pinked slightly, even as he fought to hide it. “…I guess…I guess that I understand. You don’t see us as the scary monsters your teachers told you of. And I…You’re not as terrible as I’ve always made priests out to be. I’m…I’m glad we’ve met.”

Alexander suddenly stood, embracing the demonic being before he could shrink back. The black-haired supernatural creature was about to struggle free, but he found himself trapped. Sure, the priest was strong for a human, but his soul was openly reaching out. It reminded
him of…His eyes blurred slowly, arms slowly wrapping around the shaking human as his feet touched down on the ground.

"Ah, damn it…You humans are always crying…" he whispered, smiling softly when Alexander let out a breathy, half-sobbed laugh.
-
Sebastian sashayed into the sanctuary, smiling coolly at his little brother. “You know, some people think it is disrespectful to jerk off in a church~, Luci~…” His long hair slid over his shoulder, silkily stroking his face like spirit fingers. “Oh, my, you definitely seem into it.”

The dark-haired demon bit his wrist for a second, onyx eyes glaring up at dying sun, “Sh-Shut up, Sebastian…I’m not the one who d-deflowered a priest on an altar…” He groaned heavily, not able to remove the images of a certain priest below him from his old mind. “G-God…Ho-How was he…?”

The albino sat in the pew behind his brother, lips seductively brushing his slightly pointed ear. “Oh, he was beautiful. His skin is so pale; it beautifully displays all his flushes and all the bites and scratches. He cried out so sweetly. I wanted to bottle up every cry and drink them like wine.” His dark-haired sibling arched his back, slumping after several moments of release.

His older brother grabbed his limp wrist, lapping up the essence that threatened to dribble down onto the younger’s sleeve. “My, my, Lucifer. It’s been a while since you’ve been this interested. I thought you were only  in this because his soul sings when he sleeps.” Lucifer straightened his clothing up, glaring at his sibling.

"Be quiet, Sebastian. You don’t understand. He’s special. You don’t get it.” He was silenced with the albino’s pale hand ghosted over his throat.

"Oh, I may not understand your feelings towards him, poppet, but remember~…” Those lips brushed his ear again, but he could hear the distinctive snap of sharp teeth, “Unless he expressly asks you to touch him, you will recall your place. Try to force yourself on that human, and family ties will not protect you from the vultures.”

Lucifer’s throat tightened, but the image of that shaky smile and those watery eyes was stamped on his mind. It steeled him somehow. ”The same goes you, Brother. He belongs to us all. We put in the effort. He is not exclusive, but he is allowed to resist.”

They shared a tense few moments before Sebastian pulled back, turning his younger sibling to look at him. “You really trust him to stay? You’ve always been one for training and chaining pets.”

"I do," Lucifer declared, fingers clenching, "But you keep quiet. It’s too early.”

Tagged: multiship drabble Liar x William x Undertaker x Lucian x Luzifer x Lucifer LWSLLL Sinner's Harem Sometimes Love is Sinful chapter 4/? storyby doodlinglikeakentra

15th November 2013

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Sometimes Love Is Sinful

Chapter Three: Branded

Alexander’s eyes fluttered open for a few moments before he tried to raise an arm to cover his face. Bright light stabbed at his eyes, even when he closed them, bringing all sorts of memories to his mind. The young man groaned softly, realizing that his arm wasn’t moving. Then he realized he couldn’t feel his arm. Or any other part of his anatomy, for that matter.

The priest fought the age-old urge to panic, attempting to assess the situation without flying off the handle. From about the base of his neck on, he had no conscious control of his body. He had to still be breathing, though, and his heart was probably still beating. He could still swallow, and feel air flowing in and out of his nostrils. But beyond that, it was a null.

He wondered if his voice still worked. All attempts to turn his head ended in utter failure, so he was stuck with his gaze on a child-like angel’s uncovered groin. Something about that made him uncomfortable mentally. He had a sinking feeling once he began recalling yesterday’s events.

While he had no recollection of the events following his little outburst with Sebastian, Alexander had a very bad feeling that he had broken his vow of celibacy. A kiss was followed by a touch, which was followed by a caress until intercourse, right? It was a little embarrassing to admit, even to himself, but he was a complete virgin. Or he had been.

His ears pricked when he heard a door open. From what he could gather in this position, he was still on the altar. And if the ripped black and gold robe lying just in his sight was any indication, he was most likely naked. He ground his teeth together a little, wanting to flee in terror. His mind relaxed when he realized Sebastian was the one approaching him.

"Awake at last, Alexander~?" the albino purred, petting the priest’s head, “I brought breakfast. Can you sit up?” The exorcist gathered on his strength, managing a soft no. Sebastian giggled, “I thought not. Let’s see what I can do about that…” He snapped his fingers, forcing Alexander to levitate upwards. After a few moments, the priest was
turned mid-air and moved into a sitting position. “Say ahhh~!”
-
William smiled, sitting in  the front pew while Sebastian floated Alexander around to make the priest squeak. Soon, he caught the much younger man before Sebastian could drop him on the floor. “You must be confused, little priest,” he stated, seating himself after wrapping his suit coat around the priest’s shoulders.

"J-Just a little," Alexander mumbled, his head lolling back due to his body still being unresponsive. The priest attempted to raise his head, shifting in William’s arms. He tried to lift his hand, but all he could do was twitch his fingers. “…I can move a bit!” he exclaimed, trying again.

The oldest demon smirked, “Yes, we had to paralyze you for a little while. If we hadn’t, you would have felt quite a bit of pain. We didn’t mean to be quite so rough. I apologize on both our parts.” Alexander bit his lip, managing to roll his head forward so his chin rested on his chest, “Are you feeling a little sluggish?”

The priest grunted softly, “Yes… W-What exactly did you do?” He wasn’t terribly sure he wanted to know, but his curiosity was eating away at him like a hungry lion devouring the leftovers of a kill. The grin spreading over Sebastian’s face did not bode well for him, causing blood to rush to his cheeks.

"Oh, well, a little bit of this…and a little bit of that…"
William rumbled, his hand ghosting over the holy man’s cheek. “You were not at all unhappy with the ordeal. In fact, you kept begging for more every time we tried to stop for your sake. I’m rather surprised that you’re still alive.” Sebastian leaned extra close, his grin stretching wider.

Alexander had several fleeting memories, flashes of the demons’ faces contorted in pleasure, that only served to make his cheeks redder. However, they didn’t push him any further on that subject. Sebastian sat beside his brother and giggled, “Well, seeing as you’re here, you can stay for a while. This church is pretty comfy.” The albino pressed a finger to the human’s lips, “Hush, you can trust us!”

He found he simply couldn’t say no. The priest felt extremely conflicted. One part of him was quietly reminding him just how dangerous they were. The other was reminding him of just how lonely he was, how these two could maybe fill that void inside him, at least for a little while. He nodded limply, indigo avoiding red and grey.

It took roughly an entire day, but both of the older brothers helped the priest get back on his feet and begin what seemed to be a long journey to recovery. Alexander was standing before a mirror for the first time in nearly three years, feeling incredibly self conscious. He was naked, but he had managed to forget that until he located the reflective surface. He was covered in teeth marks and scratches, though none of them hurt.

What shocked him was when he half turned and found something akin to a tattoo on his backside. There were two marks, one curving and the other even more so. He turned to his escorts, earning twin smiles. William pointed to the first signature, “It’s a signature, in Demonic. It’s a possessive kind, so that anyone who sees it will know who has claimed you.” Sebastian pointed to the second brand, affirming what his brother said.

"Cl-Claim?!" Alexander yelped, prodding at his flesh with a frightened look, “How can you-?!”

The albino shushed him, “Well, a claim in Demon terms can be any number of things. It can be sexual, friendly, protective…” He wrapped his arms around the priest’s trembling shoulders, “It just happens to be possessive in this case, little priest~!” Alexander broke free, stumbling away.

"Back! Back, demons!!" he called, hands out to ward them off. He jumped when William was suddenly inches away from him, fingers toying with the just-barely glowing cross around the priest’s neck. “I said back…!” he whispered, trying to ignore what his body was begging of him.

William’s lips brushed his ear, Sebastian’s doing the same quickly, "You can’t keep us away, little priest. You are ours, once and for all.” Something about that thrilled and terrified him. “Don’t you worry, though…With us to guard you, no one will ever touch you,” they swore, making heat rise in his face once again.

He was branded, but Alexander found that he didn’t completely dislike it.

Tagged: multiship drabbleLiar x William x Undertaker x Lucian x Luzifer x LuciferLWSLLLSinner's HaremSometimes Love is Sinfulchapter 3/?story by doodlinglikeakentra

15th November 2013

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Lovers Of War

Unfortunately, Alexander found himself unable to speak to either Brit. Both were sedated, and he nearly asked the on-duty nurse to jab him with a needle full of drugs as well. He glanced through their clipboards, finding nothing out of the ordinary beyond the fact that Sebastian seemed to be a bit feverish. He checked the blood they were pumping into the brothers, ordering some more.

He sat on the bed beside William, running a hand through his hair for a moment before sighing heavily. He jumped when a heavily accented voice broke the near silence of the post operation ward. “…Ah. You are the man who saved my life, correct?” the dark-haired colonel half-asked.

Alexander grinned, “Mm-hmm. Alexander Braginsky, at your service, sir.”

William coughed a little, his laughter only making it worse, “Ah, Russian. I heard of the experiment, but who would have thought I’d be cared for by such a nice-looking foreigner?”

"All due respect, sir, but we’re all foreigners here. ‘Cept the Koreans, of course. Well, half the Koreans… This whole thing is really confusing.”

The colonel glanced at his IVs before shrugging. With a soft smile, he nodded to his brother in the other cot, “You can call me William. Sebastian won’t mind you dropping the ‘sir’ with him as well. May I call you ‘Alexander’?”

The Russian surgeon shrugged, “All right, William. And sure, yeah. Almost everyone here calls me ‘Liar’, though.”

The colonel looked a little confused, “…’Liar’?”

"Well…" the doctor began, rubbing his neck, "It all started with my little brother…” He sighed unhappily. “I have this knack for telling people the exact opposite of what they want to hear. You’re kind of lucky you didn’t get the same treatment. I once told a Chinese prisoner that we were going to tie him to a bamboo stick and dip him in hamburger grease because he kept squealing about his chest being tended.”

The British officer didn’t say anything. “And Andrei, my brother, tends to lie to make people feel better. Of course, this spread around, and someone pointed out that I was a liar, but a nice guy, and Andrei was a nice guy, but a liar. Thus, I’m ‘Liar’, and he’s ‘Nice’.” He shrugged helplessly, jumping when William snorted.

"That’s actually very cute. What do you think, Sebastian?"

The surgeon hadn’t realized they were both awake, blushing slightly when the albino laughed, “Yeah! It’s nice to meet you, ‘Liar’~!” He pushed himself into a sitting position, ignoring Alexander’s protests, "Ohh, I’m fine, I’m fine."

The surgeon frowned, pressing the albino onto his back firmly. He wasn’t expecting to be pulled down with him, warm and pale lips pressing against his own unexpectedly. He couldn’t help flailing a little, but the British major proved to be rather strong.

William pouted a little, “Hey, not fair…I want a kiss from the doctor, too.”

The Russian had only just managed to wrestle away from his patient when Harrison spoke up, shaking with rage. Alexander took a moment to ponder whether or not there was a time when he wasn’t shaking in rage, "CAPTAIN JONES."

"What do you want, Major Arse?" he grumbled, vaulting over Sebastian’s bed to avoid touching his superior. Unknowingly, he gave both the bedridden Brits a very nice view of his rear. “If it’s about the addition to your boot, you can ask around. It wasn’t mine.”

“‘Major Ar-‘?!” Harrison spluttered, managing to corner  the Russian between Sebastian’s bed and someone else’s, “I will have you know that I didn’t suspect you of that, but your respect for command needs to be resolved immediately. Regardless, that display was disgusting!”

Alexander attempted to shove past him, “Display?”

He was shoved back against the wall, knocking something over and waking several patients. They half-sat up to watch, murmurs of “a fight?” running through the ranks. “I’m talking about you attacking Major Sebastian,” the fink spat, shoving the captain again, “I can partially accept your brother because he keeps his hands off the patients, but this…this…”

He suddenly slumped, clutching his groin and toppling over. Alexander looked over to see Sebastian pulling his fist back, “Excuse me. Major Arse, was it? How about you take your whiny butt over to what’s left of our outfit and dance for the Communists? I can draw you a map.”

"You can borrow my compass," William called from his cot, "Be sure to take a change of clothes. It’s a dusty trek.”

Harrison pinked, mouth opening and closing uselessly for a few moments before whirling around to storm out as the other patients laughed at his embarrassment.

"Thanks," Alexander mumbled, "I’m not used to actually dealing with…people who don’t like that.”

"It’s the least we can do for someone who helped us," William supplied, grinning widely.

Sebastian winked, “Besides, I think you’ve caught my eye.”

Alexander left with slightly red ears. He was half-way across the compound before he slapped his forehead and swore. He completely forgot that he was going to question them about their weird healing. By the time he returned, they were both being drugged again. He sighed, figuring that it could wait.

Tagged: WULDanger TrioWar AUColonel!WilliamDoctor/Captian!LiarNurse/Major!NiceMajor!Sebastianstory by doodlinglikeakentraLovers Of War

14th November 2013

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Lovers of War

Message From Kentra: Temporary suspension of disbelief here. I am well away that a Russian, even a half-Russian, would not be allowed into the American military during the Korean “Police Action”, but this is entirely fictional. An alternate timeline, if that makes you feel better.

In an domestic American setting, the young man slouched against the dirty wall of his workplace would have probably have been questioned, maybe even arrested. People were not too kindly to those of Russian descent today. However, this was not a domestic setting. It wasn’t American, either.

Unfortunately, this was war-torn South Korea, and the young man dressed in bloodstained white was a surgeon. His white cap, intended to keep his hair tame during surgery, was askew, choppy brown locks matted with sweat. His skin was artfully pale, accented by the incredibly dark circles beneath his tired eyes.

His head snapped up when the doors to the Operating Room swung open, some barely patched up kid being carried out. One of the corpsman, a young man named Thomas, nodded, “It’s the patient, Captain. He wants
to say something to the doctor who put him back together.” The young surgeon dropped his gaze to the boy’s half-covered face. He couldn’t be more than sixteen. Probably used his brother’s birth certificate to get in.

"S-Sir…" the boy stuttered, "I heard a lo-lot about you-you. Y-You-You’re kinda fa-famous, you kno-know.” His arm lifted from underneath the blankets, thin fingers gripping his savior’s hand with a shaky smile, “Than-Thank you, sir. I-I’m Nic-“

He was silenced when the doctor pressed a hand over his mouth, “Look, kid, I’m just doing my job. You’re gonna waste my effort if you keep talking and wear yourself out. Tom, get this kid into Post-op. He needs some nursing from somebody who actually went to school for it.”

Thomas grinned, “Yeah, right away, Captain. Oh, by the way, can I call you by your nickname? You said I could if you ever called me Tom, sir, so…” He got playfully shoved onward, along with a slight nod before the surgeon resumed his off-duty stupor against the wall.

"Captain Jones!" shouted a man roughly six feet away. "I thought you were told to go to bed, Captain.” The way his supposed superior spat out every word made the captain wish to wipe his face. God, he hated the army. Almost as much as he despised the major walking towards him.
What an ass . “Or are you busy being a gloomy little Commie? Plotting our demise, right?”

He opened his tired eyes, angry violet clashing with Major Harrison’s blue orbs, “My name Is Alexander Braginsky, Harry. You could at least try to realize that people below the rank of Major do have their owns names. I know it must be hard when you’ve got to impress every nurse you see.”

The other officer was visibly shaking with rage, attempting to intimidate the captain with sheer force of will. He wasn’t successful, seeing that Alexander towered over him by at least a foot and packed enough muscle to put his whole family to shame. “‘Harrison,’ you idiot! You will address a higher-ranking officer correctly, Jones!”

The Russian (though his mother was American) shut his eyes and turned away, heading to his tent to collapse. He really didn’t want to deal with Harrison’s Bullshit, especially after he’d sewn various children and teenagers together for seventeen hours. His feet ached, his eyes shut every few steps, his hands throbbed…He ended up tumbling on to his cot with a heavy sigh.

"Not a Communist…" he mumbled into his lumpy, army-issue pillow. With the softest of grunts, he flipped onto his stomach, half off of his bed in slumber. He had a faint sensation of warm and kindness, and he woke to a rising sun. Or was it setting? He had no clue which way
he was facing. After several moments, he decided it was morning.

He must have actually slept for a while, because his head didn’t feel very heavy, nor did his limbs ache quite as terribly. However, Alexander knew, after nearly a year in this fucking outfit, that peace and quiet was the last hing his unit would ever have. Sometimes, he wished the occasional bombings were more fatal, so he could just be
shipped home in a box. Maybe he’d even be buried in Russia, in his father’s home town.

He could hear Harrison snoring in his own cot, and he snarled quietly. Being an officer had many setbacks, including the fact that he had to share quarters with his Royal Pain-in-the-Arse. The Russian wondered whether it was wise to head to the Mess. Probably not. Most of what was offered was surplus-in-a-can. Real appetizing.

There was a rap on the door, provoking Alexander to drag his uncomfortable pillow over his head, “Tom, I swear to God, I’m going to rip you a new one if you’re not here for an emergency.” His response must have been muffled, because the door was knocked on again. “Fuck,” the surgeon mumbled, sitting up to nod at the orange-haired corporal, “Yeah, come in. I’m only half-dead. Any bad news could only improve me.”

"Liar, sir…" Thomas began, smiling cheekily once he used the nickname. Alexander knew exactly how it started, and he did not appreciate how quickly the name stuck. He flopped back on his cot, waving for the enlisted boy to continue. “Liar, the commanding officer wants to speak with you and Major Braginsky, sir.”

Alexander made a face, not at all looking forward to having to deal with his over-promoted brother. The guy was a menace when not working.
"What, did Harry blow the whistle on his ass again?" Thomas could only shrug helplessly, handing the doctor his bloody boots. Alexander didn’t remember taking them off, but he was never one to question Life’s oddities. Okay, he was, but he didn’t really care.

He shuffled through the camp, waving to a couple of nurses in bathrobes and getting winks in return. Maybe he’d indulge in a few creature comforts before going back to sleep. The brunette was wearing glasses…Mm…He snapped back to his meeting, shouldering the door to the clerk’s office and nodding to Thomas’ bunkmate, Nikolas. The black-haired kid nodded to the open doors, wincing when Thomas smacked his back.

The name plaque on the desk read “Ken Wilder”, as that was the man seated behind said desk. He was tall, only an inch or so shorter then Alexander and looming over many of the people who called this rat farm home. He was older then the doctor, about twenty-seven, but was perhaps more spry and friendly. Blonde hair drawn back in the shortest of pontytails, Ken waved to one of the seats, shaking a finger when Alexander propped his feet up on the desk.

His glasses glinted a little when Andrei Braginsky sauntered in. He resembled Alexander in many respects, though his hair was more of an amber (as well as longer) and his eyes proved to be blue as the sky of the States. He winked at his brother, swiping his thumb over the
corner of his mouth and licking it, “You called us, Kenny?”

"Well," Ken started, lacing his fingers, "I’ve been getting
complaints. According to my painfully annoying source, you two have been ‘nothing but trouble’. I would tell you to straighten up, but I just don’t see the problem, y’know? God, I can’t see my hand in front my face half the time, so, who did it?”

"Did what?" Andrei asked innocently, perching himself on an army-issued chair and fluffing his hair.

"Who left a used condom in Harrison’s boot?" Ken asked bluntly, eyes flicking between them. Alexander stared for several seconds before a smile slipped onto his face, followed by a round of loud laughter. He nearly tipped onto his back, wiping a tear from his eyes. Ken looked very disapproving, “Alexander, let’s try to be serious here. He yelled at me for half an hour.”

Andrei smiled knowingly, “Well, I wouldn’t know anything about it~! I was awfully busy in my tent…Unless you want me to go fetch the chap who was doing me a great service.” Ken quickly shook his head, shuddering a little before sighing softly.

"Look, Andrei, I know you are just following your heart, and you’re staying safe. I appreciate that. But please, please, please stop tormenting Harrison. Alexander and I get the heat when you do! It’s bad enough with you trying to knock anything that moves, but Nik just got word. A British unit got hit pretty badly about an hour ago. Five guys need surgery.” Ken was on his feet and pacing by the end of his little tirade.

Alexander groaned quietly, “Great. Wonderful. Call us in, lecture us, and then we get to go put British guys back together. Why can’t we just ship them to the States and operate there?” Ken turned a slow glare on the Russian, earning a worn sigh, “Yes, sir, I know. I’ll go kick Harrison.” Another glare. “I’ll go prod him with a ten-foot pole, then.”

Once his brother clomped off to scrub up, Andrei scooted his chair closer and leaned on Ken’s desk, toying with a little Japanese doll on his desk, “Sooo, how is everything? Back home, you know.”

Ken shrugged, tapping a framed picture on his desk, “Dave’s having a hard time. I need to get home, Nice.” He paused, sighing once he realized he’d slipped up and used the Russian’s nickname. “Ugh…But you get it, right? I…I need to see him and let him know I’m really okay.”

Andrei giggled, standing up, “Well, you know, we could always let Harrison operate on you. If you’re really lucky, you’ll only have one amputation.” Ken snickered quietly before waving the man out and staring at his photograph in pained silence.
-
The ambulance barreled over to the O. R., carrying the five men that Ken had mentioned as well as a couple from a Greek unit. Alexander knelt beside the stretchers as they were laid out. They were the Greeks; both were wounded pretty badly, and the younger one was in
shock. The surgeon shouted orders at Thomas and the medical personnel who materialized once the vehicle pulled in, assuring the other man that he would be fine in broken Greek.

Andrei knelt by one of the British soldiers, dabbing at his forehead for a moment before smiling calmly. The dark-haired young man opened hazy onyx eyes, voice raspy with dust and blood, “Where are Luzifer and Lucian? Who are you?”

"Major Andrei Braginsky, soldier. If you are speaking of the men you arrived with, they’re all being taken care of. Don’t you worry.” He nodded to Nikolas, lifting the stretcher up and moving the British man to Pre-op. He bumped into the scrub room just in time to hear Harrison let loose with a barrage of insults aimed at Alexander.

The older Russian solved the problem very calmly by suggesting that the major take dancing lessons from the North Korean snipers. He shifted over to allow Andrei to wash his hands and forearms as well, drying his hands. Andrei gowned him up, the snap of sterile gloves finalizing his brother’s transformation into a sterile life-giver.

Alexander entered the OR, glancing over the three tables with a professional eye. The two Greeks would be taken care of by Harrison and Ken, though the Captain would prefer to work on them himself. It appeared that Andrei, being one of the finest scrub nurses in South Korea, was working with the major. Thankfully, that meant that nothing could go too badly.

The third man was, obviously, one of the British soldiers. Alexander stood beside the man while Beth, his preferred surgical partner, laid out instruments. The Russian glanced at the man’s face before freezing, eyes caught. He blinked but couldn’t escape those grey as steel eyes. He had a very heavy accent, one that unexpectedly thrilled the surgeon.

"…Colonel William Spears," he rasped, wincing slightly with pain, "When was I hit, Doctor?"

The doctor grinned behind his mask, “About two hours ago, Colonel. You’ve got some lead in your gut, a couple of fragments in your left leg, and a broken arm. Need anything before we gas you?” Colonel Spears nodded shakily, motioning with his good arm for Alexander to
come closer. He bent at the waist, a few inches from the man’s face.

"I’d like to see the face of my surgeon before drifting off, if it’s not too much to ask.” Alexander glanced over at Beth, who tugged his mask down for a moment. The Russian turned back to the Brit with a soft smirk. His patient had a very content look on his face, “All right. Knock me out, Doctor.”

Soon, he was safely out of the waking world, leaving Alexander with the ability to operate without looking into those mysterious grey eyes. He shook himself for a moment, focusing on the blood oozing out of the young colonel’s body. After a while, he couldn’t help but notice that something wasn’t right. Beth seemed oblivious, but Alexander was almost certain that certain portions were mutilated before belief, and when he went back, there was seamlessly healthy body.

It seemed that once he removed the metal lodged inside of the man, the area healed itself slowly. He stared as a rip in Colonel Spears’ colon sealed in a matter of minutes. He ignored the abnormal happenings, continuing to extract metal. The man’s bones didn’t mend themselves, or at least not as quickly as his muscle and skin.

Alexander set the Brit’s arm, sewing together the gaping hole in his stomach and the gash in his leg, since that didn’t appear to be fixing itself. With the lightest of sighs, he ordered the freaky patient into Post-op, calling in the second Brit while shedding his gloves. Karlie replaced them at his behest.

The second man, an short-haired albino major named Sebastian Spears, proved to be just as extraordinary as the man Alexander assumed to be his brother. His chest was a mess, but soon on the mend. Beth still seemed totally unaware of the anomaly. The Russian decided that he would question them about it later, opting to finish up on them.

He quickly realized on his fourth of the Brits that they were all this way. He felt like he was flipping out a little until Andrei, now assisting him with “Luzifer Spears”, leaned over with concerned look, "Am I going crazy? There was a hole here." He kept quiet, nodding once to respond. Andrei looked down, reading the silent hush easily.

"Scalpel."

"Scalpel, Doctor."

"Suction."

"Suction."

Ken sensed their rather heavy atmosphere, but he left them alone. Andrei finally cornered his brother once they finished taking off their bloody surgical clothing. “Did. You. See. That,” he bit out, earning a slight nod.

"I don’t know what it is, all right? They’re weird, but I’m glad I didn’t have to do as much work. You bug the younger three. I’ll take care of Sebastian and William.” Alexander avoided thinking about why exactly he wanted to speak to the British colonel and major. “By the way, Ken wanted you in his office.”

Tagged: WULDanger TrioWar AUColonel!WilliamDoctor/Captian!LiarNurse/Major!NiceMajor!Sebastianstory by doodlinglikeakentraLovers Of War

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Prince!Nice AU

The scene was familiar. The market was just over the hill, but the only sounds that reached the sturdy oak were the faintest of chants from the holy place at the very edge of the market. Seated, high in the tree, was a lanky young man of about fourteen. He was looking to the sky, peering at the clouds and trying to see beyond them.

He didn’t jump when he heard the soft crunch of someone approaching. Only one other person knew of this place, and they were the best of secret keepers. With a soft sigh, he lowered his eyes, slipping off the branch to hang by his knees, “Andrei? Are your lessons already done?”

The young Prince, only nine years of age, smiled widely, “Alexander!” He drew a circle in the dirt, “No, I slipped out the window when Berawald’s back was turned.” The older boy reached out, scooping the royal child up and pulling himself onto the branch again. Andrei’s little legs wiggled in his face, undergarments exposed, “Aleeex!”

His half-brother smirked, righting the boy easily and seating him in his lap. Wordlessly, Alexander pointed up into the sky, “Look. The fairies are painting cloud pictures again.”

Andrei stared up at the sky, straining his blue eyes as hard as he could. After nearly ten minutes of total silence, the poor boy’s eyes welled up with unhappy tears of defeat. “I can’t see them, Alex. I can’t see the fairies or the cloud pictures…” Eyes that matched the sky met with eyes the color of a violet moonless midnight, “I can’t see them at all…”

Alexander smiled softly, running a finger underneath the child prince’s eyes to catch his tears, “I’m sorry, Andrei. I wish I could help you see them…Let’s see…Well, if you can’t see them, maybe you can hear them?” Andrei shook his head sadly, looking down.

"No…I stayed up all night last night, and I didn’t see the sleepy fairy you told me about. I couldn’t hear her or smell her or anything…” He hugged the older boy tightly, “Alex, is there something wrong with me? Am I broken? Why can’t I see the world like you?”

Hands rough from years of handling hot metal and unpolished wood slipped through his long, freshly combed hair, removing the indigo tie that kept the little prince’s hair tied back. “Shhh, Andrei, nothing is wrong with you. You’re not broken. Maybe I’m the one whose broken.”

"You’re NOT broken!" The child shouted, hugging the older boy as if he were a lifeline, “Alex is perfect. PERFECT! Everyone must be broken if Alex is the only one who can see fairies and cloud pictures and places where other people live!”

Alexander laughed softly, still petting the younger boy’s hair with a smile, “Thanks, Andrei. I think that maybe you can see things that I can’t. You just haven’t found what you can see yet.” Andrei’s eyes dried as he smiled with wild abandon, “That’s right. You’re special, little Prince.”

He suddenly smacked his forehead with his palm, “Andrei! I know how to show you the fairies!” The little boy’s eyes grew so large they might as well have been dinner plates. He slowly slipped a hand behind his back, pulling a large pad of paper from his satchel, “I bought this down at the market have selling one of my walking metal pieces.”

Andrei looked incredibly awed. Though he was only nine, he understood the large social difference between himself and the older boy. Though they were related, Alexander was not part of the royal family, and probably never would be. He was poor in wealth, but not in the mind. And to Andrei, the mind is what counted.

Alexander patted around his person, producing a pencil from seemingly nowhere. He stared a point just above Andrei’s head for a long time before finally beginning to work. After a long, long, long, long time in the little boy’s opinion, his half-brother ceased his scribbling and turned the pad around for him to view.

Blue eyes welled up all over agian, but not in a negative way. He felt his heart expand with love, because the delicate little woman portrayed on the page was more dazzling than any that he had ever known. Her wings looked so life-like she appeared able to to just flutter off the page. He touched the picture reverently, gaze tracing her curving frame and long hair.

"She’s beautiful…" For the faintest of moments, he heard a tiny tinkle. He froze, stroking the picture again. Another tinkle of sound that sounded like…laughter? He looked up at Alexander, completely shocked.

"You’ve embarrassed her, Andrei," the older said, "She’s not laughing at you.” He turned the pad around, his pencil scratching a little, before revealing the fairy a second time. Andrei saw that her cheeks were slightly darker now, and her wings a little shinier, “See, she’s blushing now. Her name is Leaflette.” He signed the name with a flourish before tearing the page free of  the pad and handing it to the little prince.

Andrei stared at his half-brother, tears threatening to fall and splash all over the beautiful drawing, “…F- For me? B- But, she’s so pretty! How could I take her, or a likeness, inside? Y-You keep it, Alex! I don’t want to make her angry.” Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle.

Alexander patted his head, “She says it’s all right. She thinks you’re really cute right now. Wh- Hang on…” He paused, looking to the right of Andrei now. A grin slowly spread over his sun-bronzed features, dark hair flopping into his eyes. “Leaflette wants a picture of you, 'Drei.”

The little prince felt his insides warm up with joy. He so loved it when Alexander used his nickname. It made him feel special. Loved. He liked that. “I…Really? Such a pretty woman wants my picture? But…I’m not pretty or handsome at all!” Alexander poked his forehead.

"Shush, little brother. If a fairy wants something of yours, it’s a really big deal. Don’t worry, she’s not teasing you are anything.”

There was another extra long pause as Alexander worked away on the fairy’s gift. He finally finished, letting Andrei take a look. “I-Is that me?” he whispered, touching the artwork. He looked absolutely amazing, but he felt a little sad inside. Why couldn’t he feel as beautiful as Alexander thought he looked? Tinkle, tinkle!

Suddenly, he felt a tiny weight on his shoulder. Andrei slowly turned his head, but didn’t see anything. His half-brother tore the page free, rolling it up and securing it with one of the pieces of twine he kept on his person at all times. He then held it out. The tiny prince watched in dumbfounded shock as the scroll was lifted up by some unseen force. Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle!

"Of course, Leaflette. I’m sure Andrei wouldn’t mind you visiting him from time to time.” They watched the scroll float away, the tinkling fading into silence that was swallowed by a cicada, and then another. "I think you’ve got an admirer, ‘Drei," Alexander stage-whispered, ruffling his half-brother’s hair, “Lucky you!”
-
Andrei’s eyes opened slowly. He was in his bed. He wasn’t dead. He felt angry, but also relieved. He’d forgotten that moment long ago, and now he’d found it again. Slowly, the fifth Prince sat up, looking over to his bedside table. He opened the drawer, pulling a folder from its depths. With a slowly breath, he removed a worn paper from the flaps of leather.

Leaflette was a little smudged, and a corner of the paper was missing, but she was still just as beautiful as the day Alexander had drawn her. Andrei’s chest tightened as he stroked her face slowly. His only fairy. He couldn’t help but wonder whether or not she was still fluttering around the old oak. Did she know where they went? Did she still have the picture of him she had asked for?

A tear slipped down his cheek, though he moved the page before he could damage it with the salty drop. He missed the little weight on his shoulder. He missed the soft tinkling laugh she made. But, moreso than that, he missed roughened hands sliding through his hair. He missed being called ‘Drei. He missed being drawn. He missed looking for cloud pictures.

The prince nearly crumpled up the drawing, his hands were shaking and itching to press together. He put the paper away, covering his face with a low sob, “Alexander…” His shoulders shook, and he felt like a little boy again. A little boy, locked in the cupboard with the week old bread, waiting for his big brother to come save him from this wretched game of hide-and-seek.

But that would never happen. He wasn’t nine anymore. He was twenty-two. He was sitting in a posh room, silky sheets tangled around his limbs, not a musty old cupboard. And he was hated by his big brother. He savior was never, ever going to help him again. He laid back, blissfully asleep after only a few minutes of crying.

Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle. A handkerchief floated to his cheek, wiping away the wet trails his sadness left behind. Complete unseen by the Prince, a miniature woman stroking his bangs back from his face. "Don’t worry, Andrei. I’m always here," she whispered, cleaning her face before tinkling again. She fluttered on his pillow, curling up with a soft smile.

Tagged: LNLScar TrioAssassin Lucifer and LuziferPrince Niceprince audrabblesstory by doodlinglikeakentra

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(Bad) Dog, Part 15Time seemed to stretch on, but finally, William opened the door andushered his siblings inside. Andrei was seated beside his brother, hishead bowed. Lucifer could see his shoulders shaking. He was worried.Both for himself, and his brother lying on the bed. Alexander motionedfor the demon to stay where he was."Andrei," he rasped, his voice rough with strain. The bodyguard raisedhis head a fraction, blue eyes colliding with vibrant violet. A shakyhand turned over, and he laced fingers with his brother. Alexandersmiled softly, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to die before thisfinishes.”The younger Russian nodded slowly before reaching out with his freehand to stroke his brother’s face for a moment, “You better not. I’llfind a way to get back at you if you do.”-The drive home was silent. Andrei was sitting in the back seat,staring out at the sky on the left with a listless expression. Luziferglanced over at his brother, nibbling his lower lip. He turnedslightly in his seat, opening his mouth after several long moments ofthought, “…So, what do you think about this whole thing?”The Russian shrugged slightly, “I know it’s true, because Alexanderwouldn’t lie to me about something like this. But it’s all so…unbelievable and huge…” He smiled, leaning forward to kiss Luziferwarmly, “Mm… But I’m happy. Because I’m here with you two, and we’retogether, and soon that will be permanent.”The redhead laughed, running a finger over Andrei’s lips with somedifficulty, “Keep looking like that, little one, and we’ll end upfucking your pretty little brains out.”"I don’t think I’d mind it at all," was the reply, and Lucifer growleda little about testing his patience and there was not enough room inthe car so shut up. The others laughed and teased him lightly with theoccasional kiss and the constant use of pet names. The dark-haired mannearly ripped open the door when they were home, dragging Andrei inand throwing him down unmercifully.Andrei was soon drowning in them again, holding tight to his loverswithout a single care in the world. He was loved and cherished, and heloved it. With a happy moan, he rolled onto his stomach and laid hishead on the redhead’s stomach while Lucifer hugging his middle. Ifonly he could capture this moment of perfection and frame it forever.

(Bad) Dog, Part 15

Time seemed to stretch on, but finally, William opened the door and
ushered his siblings inside. Andrei was seated beside his brother, his
head bowed. Lucifer could see his shoulders shaking. He was worried.
Both for himself, and his brother lying on the bed. Alexander motioned
for the demon to stay where he was.

"Andrei," he rasped, his voice rough with strain. The bodyguard raised
his head a fraction, blue eyes colliding with vibrant violet. A shaky
hand turned over, and he laced fingers with his brother. Alexander
smiled softly, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to die before this
finishes.”

The younger Russian nodded slowly before reaching out with his free
hand to stroke his brother’s face for a moment, “You better not. I’ll
find a way to get back at you if you do.”
-
The drive home was silent. Andrei was sitting in the back seat,
staring out at the sky on the left with a listless expression. Luzifer
glanced over at his brother, nibbling his lower lip. He turned
slightly in his seat, opening his mouth after several long moments of
thought, “…So, what do you think about this whole thing?”

The Russian shrugged slightly, “I know it’s true, because Alexander
wouldn’t lie to me about something like this. But it’s all so…
unbelievable and huge…” He smiled, leaning forward to kiss Luzifer
warmly, “Mm… But I’m happy. Because I’m here with you two, and we’re
together, and soon that will be permanent.”

The redhead laughed, running a finger over Andrei’s lips with some
difficulty, “Keep looking like that, little one, and we’ll end up
fucking your pretty little brains out.”

"I don’t think I’d mind it at all," was the reply, and Lucifer growled
a little about testing his patience and there was not enough room in
the car so shut up. The others laughed and teased him lightly with the
occasional kiss and the constant use of pet names. The dark-haired man
nearly ripped open the door when they were home, dragging Andrei in
and throwing him down unmercifully.

Andrei was soon drowning in them again, holding tight to his lovers
without a single care in the world. He was loved and cherished, and he
loved it. With a happy moan, he rolled onto his stomach and laid his
head on the redhead’s stomach while Lucifer hugging his middle. If
only he could capture this moment of perfection and frame it forever.

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Bad Dog: Part 14.5Sebastian slowly stroked the small wooden box sitting on the ground near the make-shift bed. With his superior senses, he could feel the steady tha-dump of a heart. A human’s heart, locked away with magic. He glanced around quickly, assuring himself that no one was watching before opening the box. His clawed finger reached inside to prod the organ, his sunset eyes alight with admiration.He’d never touched a still-beating heart before. This was special. It was a shame that he would have to destroy it soon. He looked around again before slowly removing the pulsing thing from its box and sniffing it. It smelled nice. It smelled like its owner. The albino found that his mouth was watering, slowly opening. His tongue edged out, moments from touching, from tasting…A similarly clawed hand forced the heart back into its box and pulled it from the albino’s grasp, “Sebastian, what are you doing?” The younger demon looked up slowly, still poised to…To what? Swallow a living heart? Taste it? He didn’t know. He just…wanted it."…I don’t know," he whispered, reaching for the box. His dark-haired brother allowed him to take it, allowing him to hold it close to his chest and listen to it beat steadily. His own heart matched the boxed one’s rhythm, his entire being calming, “Do you think it’s true, brother? Do you think that he is a part of us? That this yearning I feel is…right?”William grinned darkly, making his little brother shiver a little, “I want to devour him as well, Sebastian. Tear him to pieces and sew him together and be what he desires. I want him. I think it’s true. We are destined to be with him.” With a soft sigh, he joined his younger brother in the calm stroking of the box."We will bind him tonight."-The rough dirt of the cave proved to be harsh on his bare skin, a small pebble digging into his thigh as he watched Sebastian draw a circle on the ground with his blood. Neither demon would allow him to protest as they finished. It wasn’t long before the small box containing his heart was laid in the center, and black flames began licking at it.He felt no pain. Only a sense of weight within the empty cavity in his chest. He didn’t receive any warning, William’s fingers sliding up his chest to tweak his nipples. He let out a low moan, twisting in the older man’s grasp. Sebastian knelt  before him, smirking as he ran a claw up the young human’s length."You are extremely honest, little one." The words sent shivers through the magic-user’s spine. He swallowed shakily, holding still while the albino repeated the action, “You want more, don’t you? Why don’t you beg for us? I’m sure you know how it works between men.”The human’s cheeks flushed with desire and embarrassment, his chin falling forward in a slow nod. He whined as Sebastian’s teasing resumed, combined with William’s claws grazing over his stomach and hips. “Ahh…” he whispered, his back arching a little more with each moment of tense arousal.William’s eyes glowed, his fingers joining the albino’s in the magic user’s mouth, soon traveling down his stomach to slip ever so slowly inside of him. They tried, oh so hard, to go slowly and let the young man adjust, but he was just too inviting. He could only take about half of them combined, tears flowing as he cried out breathlessly.At the moment of completion, he felt a sudden surge in his chest. As he leaned back against William in peaceful, drowsy bliss, he watched in fascination as Sebastian slid a sharp claw over his chest. Blood oozed, coating his hand when he reached inside of himself and pulled out his…heart. The young human felt William move him forward, realizing that he was doing the same.Their bloody fingers tore at his flesh, but he felt no pain. It was as if he was watching someone else using his own body. He was shocked to find that he heart was once again in his body, and even more shocked when William methodically ripped all of their hearts into thirds.Magical thread and a beautiful needle appeared in the dark-haired demon’s hands, and he sewed one of the three groups of different hearts together before placing it in his chest. Sebastian took the binding from his brother, his stitching a little messier and careless. Alexander found his hands moving on his own, even as the world grew dim around him.With surprisingly steady hands, he mimicked his partners, moving with precision. Before he could place the mismatched organ inside himself, William pressed a soft kiss to it. Sebastian did the same, lapping at some of the combined blood for a moment. The world faded into blackness once his new heart slid into his bloody body."You don’t have a name, do you, little human?" Sebastian’s voice was echo-y, far away.He shook his head, though he didn’t know whether or not the motion reached the albino or the older demon he was leaning against, “You shall be Alexander, little one. When it is time, we will find you again.”

Bad Dog: Part 14.5

Sebastian slowly stroked the small wooden box sitting on the ground near the make-shift bed. With his superior senses, he could feel the steady tha-dump of a heart. A human’s heart, locked away with magic. He glanced around quickly, assuring himself that no one was watching before opening the box. His clawed finger reached inside to prod the organ, his sunset eyes alight with admiration.

He’d never touched a still-beating heart before. This was special. It was a shame that he would have to destroy it soon. He looked around again before slowly removing the pulsing thing from its box and sniffing it. It smelled nice. It smelled like its owner. The albino found that his mouth was watering, slowly opening. His tongue edged out, moments from touching, from tasting…

A similarly clawed hand forced the heart back into its box and pulled it from the albino’s grasp, “Sebastian, what are you doing?” The younger demon looked up slowly, still poised to…To what? Swallow a living heart? Taste it? He didn’t know. He just…wanted it.

"…I don’t know," he whispered, reaching for the box. His dark-haired brother allowed him to take it, allowing him to hold it close to his chest and listen to it beat steadily. His own heart matched the boxed one’s rhythm, his entire being calming, “Do you think it’s true, brother? Do you think that he is a part of us? That this yearning I feel is…right?”

William grinned darkly, making his little brother shiver a little, “I want to devour him as well, Sebastian. Tear him to pieces and sew him together and be what he desires. I want him. I think it’s true. We are destined to be with him.” With a soft sigh, he joined his younger brother in the calm stroking of the box.

"We will bind him tonight."
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The rough dirt of the cave proved to be harsh on his bare skin, a small pebble digging into his thigh as he watched Sebastian draw a circle on the ground with his blood. Neither demon would allow him to protest as they finished. It wasn’t long before the small box containing his heart was laid in the center, and black flames began licking at it.

He felt no pain. Only a sense of weight within the empty cavity in his chest. He didn’t receive any warning, William’s fingers sliding up his chest to tweak his nipples. He let out a low moan, twisting in the older man’s grasp. Sebastian knelt  before him, smirking as he ran a claw up the young human’s length.

"You are extremely honest, little one." The words sent shivers through the magic-user’s spine. He swallowed shakily, holding still while the albino repeated the action, “You want more, don’t you? Why don’t you beg for us? I’m sure you know how it works between men.”

The human’s cheeks flushed with desire and embarrassment, his chin falling forward in a slow nod. He whined as Sebastian’s teasing resumed, combined with William’s claws grazing over his stomach and hips. “Ahh…” he whispered, his back arching a little more with each moment of tense arousal.

William’s eyes glowed, his fingers joining the albino’s in the magic user’s mouth, soon traveling down his stomach to slip ever so slowly inside of him. They tried, oh so hard, to go slowly and let the young man adjust, but he was just too inviting. He could only take about half of them combined, tears flowing as he cried out breathlessly.

At the moment of completion, he felt a sudden surge in his chest. As he leaned back against William in peaceful, drowsy bliss, he watched in fascination as Sebastian slid a sharp claw over his chest. Blood oozed, coating his hand when he reached inside of himself and pulled out his…heart. The young human felt William move him forward, realizing that he was doing the same.

Their bloody fingers tore at his flesh, but he felt no pain. It was as if he was watching someone else using his own body. He was shocked to find that he heart was once again in his body, and even more shocked when William methodically ripped all of their hearts into thirds.

Magical thread and a beautiful needle appeared in the dark-haired demon’s hands, and he sewed one of the three groups of different hearts together before placing it in his chest. Sebastian took the binding from his brother, his stitching a little messier and careless. Alexander found his hands moving on his own, even as the world grew dim around him.

With surprisingly steady hands, he mimicked his partners, moving with precision. Before he could place the mismatched organ inside himself, William pressed a soft kiss to it. Sebastian did the same, lapping at some of the combined blood for a moment. The world faded into blackness once his new heart slid into his bloody body.

"You don’t have a name, do you, little human?" Sebastian’s voice was echo-y, far away.

He shook his head, though he didn’t know whether or not the motion reached the albino or the older demon he was leaning against, “You shall be Alexander, little one. When it is time, we will find you again.”

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14th November 2013

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Bad Dog: Part 14Andrei hadn’t been easy to coax into the car, looking nervous and jumpy as they sped to the building Alexander lived at. Lucifer paused in the perusal of old text messages to wonder at the convenience of the closeness of Alexander’s hospital. One could almost see the cogs of fate turning behind the scenes.With a soft sigh, he powered down his phone and glanced over at Luzifer, who was humming quietly and drumming a tune on the steering wheel. “We’re here,” he stated, parking the car with practiced ease and shifting it to park before helping his lover out of the car. They had to wait while some idiotic nurse dug through records to confirm that the man they were visiting was indeed awake.Their Russian bodyguard raced into his big brother’s arms, exclaiming over how much he had missed him. Alexander shifted slightly with a low grin, removing his mask. He waved a hand in the general direction of the window, and his little brother was met with shock when two men seemed to fade out of the shadows.Sebastian held out his hand, grinning like a maniac, “Hello, hello. You must be the Andrei that Alex is al~way~ chattering about. I’m Sebastian T. Spears, and this is my brother~!”"William T. Spears," the dark-haired man mumbled."We work in a large company that might occasionally have dealings with Lucifer and Luzifer’s little hobby. William’s a director and I’m his secretary.” The albino wound to a halt when Alexander rested a hand on his wrist, leaning in to listen to his human’s breathy whisper. “Of course, darling. We’ll be right outside.”The older siblings shooed the younger siblings out, leaving Andrei alone with his brother. “Andrei, I need you to promise me that you listen to what I have to say. It will be very unbelievable, but please humor me until I finish.” The younger Russian nodded slowly, holding his brother’s hands tightly with fear prickling in his heart.-Sebastian suddenly snapped up from his doze, about to enter the room, but William grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. The albino opened his mouth, but the dark-haired Brit shook his head, pulling the younger into a hug. Lucifer and Luzifer looked at one another before looking to their siblings with an identical confused expression."…Alexander is in pain. William, we need to go to him. We have to. He needs us. William, let me go to him,” Sebastian whispered, fingers fisting in the older’s shirt. His pleas seemed to fall of deaf ears, because no matter how hard he tried to shift away and enter the room, William held him fast. “William, he’s hurting inside. We have to. He needs us right now. He’s reaching out. Please…Please, please, please…”Slowly, he calmed down as the (or something like a) panic attack faded. He crumpled slowly with his brother, legs splaying as William rubbed his back soothingly. Lucifer shut his eyes for a moment, daring to do something he had never done before. When his eyes opened, they glowed with unearthly power. Even with his demonic eyes, he couldn’t see through his brother’s careful masking.Luzifer glanced over with similar eyes before they went to work unraveling the spell. Neither of their siblings seemed to care, the albino too busy shaking and the silvery-eyed man too focused on calming him. In no time at all, the almost familiar spell fell away with a combined wave of their hands. Lucifer sucked in a breath, eyes widening as he backed up a few steps."Oh, my God," his redheaded sibling whispered, the realization catching in his throat. “Oh, my God, you didn’t.”William looked up with an unreadable expression, “We did.”What they had done was glaringly obvious. While their souls were too large to be viewed when standing this close, their spiritual bodies, and more specifically their spiritual hearts, showed very definite signs of tampering. Sebastian’s was red as the setting sun, but soul stitching ran over most of it, binding a glaringly silver third of William’s “heart” to one side and an indigo section of what they assumed to be Alexander’s to the other side. In William’s case, it was the same, though the soul stitching seemed to be a little neater."Yo-You wouldn’t have…" Lucifer stammered, his physical and his spiritual heart constricting slowly. “You couldn’t have…” Luzifer seemed to be having similar troubles, reaching out to take his brother’s hand and give it a semi-comforting squeeze.William’s eyes flashed for a moment. “We did. Our very souls are bound to Alexander. Nothing can tear us apart. While it may be incomplete, we share life force and power.” Lucifer’s body began shaking as Alexander’s indigo section glowed slightly, Sebastian shaking and begging to see the human. “We are close now, little brothers. Soon, it will be complete.”Luzifer moved closer to touch the albino’s silky hair, “…Why would you do this? There are so many things wrong with this! You could have died! Why would you break so many rules and do this?!” He was becoming hysterical, but William pushed him back as Sebastian straightened, composed and grinning once more."We did it because we love Alexander more than anything else we own. We would gladly give up all of our souls for his happiness. We love him. Simple as that.”

Bad Dog: Part 14

Andrei hadn’t been easy to coax into the car, looking nervous and jumpy as they sped to the building Alexander lived at. Lucifer paused in the perusal of old text messages to wonder at the convenience of the closeness of Alexander’s hospital. One could almost see the cogs of fate turning behind the scenes.

With a soft sigh, he powered down his phone and glanced over at Luzifer, who was humming quietly and drumming a tune on the steering wheel. “We’re here,” he stated, parking the car with practiced ease and shifting it to park before helping his lover out of the car. They had to wait while some idiotic nurse dug through records to confirm that the man they were visiting was indeed awake.

Their Russian bodyguard raced into his big brother’s arms, exclaiming over how much he had missed him. Alexander shifted slightly with a low grin, removing his mask. He waved a hand in the general direction of the window, and his little brother was met with shock when two men seemed to fade out of the shadows.

Sebastian held out his hand, grinning like a maniac, “Hello, hello. You must be the Andrei that Alex is al~way~ chattering about. I’m Sebastian T. Spears, and this is my brother~!”

"William T. Spears," the dark-haired man mumbled.

"We work in a large company that might occasionally have dealings with Lucifer and Luzifer’s little hobby. William’s a director and I’m his secretary.” The albino wound to a halt when Alexander rested a hand on his wrist, leaning in to listen to his human’s breathy whisper. “Of course, darling. We’ll be right outside.”

The older siblings shooed the younger siblings out, leaving Andrei alone with his brother. “Andrei, I need you to promise me that you listen to what I have to say. It will be very unbelievable, but please humor me until I finish.” The younger Russian nodded slowly, holding his brother’s hands tightly with fear prickling in his heart.
-
Sebastian suddenly snapped up from his doze, about to enter the room, but William grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. The albino opened his mouth, but the dark-haired Brit shook his head, pulling the younger into a hug. Lucifer and Luzifer looked at one another before looking to their siblings with an identical confused expression.

"…Alexander is in pain. William, we need to go to him. We have to. He needs us. William, let me go to him,” Sebastian whispered, fingers fisting in the older’s shirt. His pleas seemed to fall of deaf ears, because no matter how hard he tried to shift away and enter the room, William held him fast. “William, he’s hurting inside. We have to. He needs us right now. He’s reaching out. Please…Please, please, please…”

Slowly, he calmed down as the (or something like a) panic attack faded. He crumpled slowly with his brother, legs splaying as William rubbed his back soothingly. Lucifer shut his eyes for a moment, daring to do something he had never done before. When his eyes opened, they glowed with unearthly power. Even with his demonic eyes, he couldn’t see through his brother’s careful masking.

Luzifer glanced over with similar eyes before they went to work unraveling the spell. Neither of their siblings seemed to care, the albino too busy shaking and the silvery-eyed man too focused on calming him. In no time at all, the almost familiar spell fell away with a combined wave of their hands. Lucifer sucked in a breath, eyes widening as he backed up a few steps.

"Oh, my God," his redheaded sibling whispered, the realization catching in his throat. “Oh, my God, you didn’t.”

William looked up with an unreadable expression, “We did.”

What they had done was glaringly obvious. While their souls were too large to be viewed when standing this close, their spiritual bodies, and more specifically their spiritual hearts, showed very definite signs of tampering. Sebastian’s was red as the setting sun, but soul stitching ran over most of it, binding a glaringly silver third of William’s “heart” to one side and an indigo section of what they assumed to be Alexander’s to the other side. In William’s case, it was the same, though the soul stitching seemed to be a little neater.

"Yo-You wouldn’t have…" Lucifer stammered, his physical and his spiritual heart constricting slowly. “You couldn’t have…” Luzifer seemed to be having similar troubles, reaching out to take his brother’s hand and give it a semi-comforting squeeze.

William’s eyes flashed for a moment. “We did. Our very souls are bound to Alexander. Nothing can tear us apart. While it may be incomplete, we share life force and power.” Lucifer’s body began shaking as Alexander’s indigo section glowed slightly, Sebastian shaking and begging to see the human. “We are close now, little brothers. Soon, it will be complete.”

Luzifer moved closer to touch the albino’s silky hair, “…Why would you do this? There are so many things wrong with this! You could have died! Why would you break so many rules and do this?!” He was becoming hysterical, but William pushed him back as Sebastian straightened, composed and grinning once more.

"We did it because we love Alexander more than anything else we own. We would gladly give up all of our souls for his happiness. We love him. Simple as that.”

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